CHAPTER 185: COMPOSURE

"Lor..." Her voice wavered, her composure cracking as her lips parted, her breath quickening.

The sound of his name, soft and needy, lit a fire in his veins.

He kissed her again, deeper, his tongue sliding against hers in a slow, hungry dance, swallowing her gasps as his hand kneaded her breast, teasing her nipple into a tight peak.

His other hand gripped her thigh, lifting it to hook around his hip, pulling her closer until she straddled his leg, her hips rocking instinctively against him.

Her skirt rode up, the fabric bunching high, exposing the smooth, warm skin of her thigh, and Lor’s pulse pounded, his cock throbbing painfully against her.

"Feel that?" he whispered against her lips, grinding deliberately against her thigh, letting her feel every inch of his need. "That’s what you did to me."

She shivered, a flicker of pride and arousal crossing her face, her dark eyes gleaming.

"Then stop teasing and—ahh!" Her words dissolved into a moan as his hand slipped under her skirt, fingers grazing the bare skin of her inner thigh, tracing higher, higher, until her breath hitched.

Kiara wasn’t passive—she pushed back, her hips grinding into his, answering his hunger with her own fire.

Their mouths collided again, messy and wet, teeth clashing, tongues tangling in a desperate rhythm.

Lor’s hands roamed, greedy, one still teasing her breast while the other explored the curve of her thigh, spreading her wider as he pressed himself harder against her, the friction sending sparks through his body.

He broke the kiss, panting, and tugged her blouse up and over her head, tossing it carelessly to the floor.

Her bra strained against her full bust, the sight alone nearly unraveling him.

"Gods, Kiara..." he muttered, his eyes devouring her, drinking in the way her curves caught the moonlight streaming through the window.

His fingers fumbled at the clasp for only a moment before it gave way, her full breasts spilling free into his hands—soft, heavy, her nipples peaked and inviting.

Without hesitation, he bent down, sucking one into his mouth, his tongue circling the sensitive bud, teasing, then sucking harder.

Kiara’s head fell back against the door, a husky moan filling the room as her hand flew to his hair, clutching tightly.

"Yes—just like that," she gasped, her hips rolling against him, her thigh pressing against his cock, amplifying the ache.

Lor groaned against Kiara’s skin, intoxicated by her taste, her scent, the way her body arched into his touch.

His lips moved from one breast to the other, his tongue tracing slow, swirling patterns, his teeth grazing just enough to pull soft gasps from her.

Every sound she made—each husky moan, each hitch of breath—drove his cock harder, straining painfully against his trousers, leaking with need.

The heat of her, the fire in her responses, was unraveling him, and he couldn’t hold back any longer.

With a low growl, he sank to his knees, his hands tugging her skirt higher as he kissed a slow path down her stomach, lips lingering on the soft, warm skin.

Kiara looked down at him, her face flushed, her dark eyes wild with a mix of lust and anticipation.

Her chest heaved, her breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath.

"You’re—ah—impatient tonight," she teased, her voice breathless, trembling with the edge of her own desire.

"I’ve been holding back all evening," Lor growled, his lips brushing the tender inside of her thigh, the warmth of her skin making his pulse race. "Not anymore."

He hooked his fingers into her panties, yanking them aside to reveal her glistening folds, pink and slick with arousal.

She gasped as the cool air hit her, but the sound melted into a strangled moan when his tongue dragged a slow, wet path up her slit, tasting her sweetness.

"Lor!" Her knees buckled, and she braced herself against the door, her hands clutching the wood for balance.

He grinned against her, his hands spreading her thighs wider, opening her to him.

His tongue lapped eagerly, savoring her, sucking gently on her clit before diving inside, exploring her heat.

Each flick made her hips jolt, each slow suck drew deeper moans, her voice filling the room with a melody of need.

He alternated between teasing licks—soft, languid, torturous—and relentless sucking, building her pleasure with careful precision.

Her thighs trembled under his palms, her breath coming in quick, uneven gasps.

"Gods—you’re—fuck, Lor!" Kiara’s voice broke, her hands flying to his hair, tugging without knowing whether she wanted to push him away or pull him closer.

He could feel her teetering on the edge, her body tensing, her moans growing sharper.

He pulled back suddenly, his mouth glistening, his own breath heavy. "Bed. Now."

She stared down at him, dazed, her dark eyes hazy with lust.

With a nod, she stumbled backward, Lor’s hands guiding her until her legs hit the bed.

She fell onto it, her breasts bouncing with the motion, her eyes half-lidded, her lips parted.

The sight of her—flushed, open, wanting—sent a fresh wave of heat through him.

Lor stripped off his trousers, his cock springing free, hard and flushed, the tip already slick.

Kiara’s eyes widened, hunger sparking in her gaze as she took him in.

"Come here," she whispered, her voice hoarse, beckoning him with a curl of her fingers.

He crawled onto the bed, settling over her, his lips finding hers in a deep, hungry kiss as he lined himself up.

She spread her legs eagerly, wrapping them around his waist, pulling him closer.

"Inside me," she begged softly, her voice trembling with need. "Now."

He pushed forward, slow at first, savoring the tight, wet heat as he sank into her, inch by inch.

Both of them moaned into each other’s mouths, the sensation overwhelming—her warmth enveloping him, his hardness filling her completely.

"Gods, Kiara," he groaned, burying himself fully, pausing to feel the perfect clutch of her around him. "You feel..."

She clutched his back, her nails digging in, urging him on. "Move, Lor. Please."

He did, pulling back slowly before thrusting in again, setting a rhythm that started gentle but grew faster, deeper, the bed creaking beneath them.